[Of course, Rita needs to provide payment. She reaches over for a piece of bacon.]
Hmm...naming a cat's pretty different than naming a blastia...
[She holds out the bacon, considering.]
And I can't give her a name without knowing what suits her yet... [She'll have to think on it while observing the cat.] Anyway, how long have you been out here with her?
[The cat swallows the rest of the bacon with a final purr and sits on her hind legs. She meows loudly at Rita and kneads her front paws, as if proud of being a noisy little eater.]
I don't think it's a bad idea. She wasn't in the mood to fight someone when she left.
[She probably went to sleep, or cry, or something non-lethal like that.]
Think we should look for her? 'Cause, [He scoots closer to lean his head on Rita's shoulder] it's really nice right now. Last time we were embarrassed, but now we know.
[What a good kitty. She should be proud, eating up so well. Rita gives her another piece of bacon, even as she gives a thoughtful hum, wondering just what sort of mood Clarke was in.]
We know...? Oh- [She turns to Natsuno as he leans against her, a light flush covering her cheeks as she remembers back to his last drunken state. And her own, too.] Yeah, well...we have nothing to be embarrassed about now, alcohol or not!
[And she'll punctuate that with an arm around his shoulders.]
Anyway, I can text Clarke, so...if you want, let's sit tight here.
[Partly because she's pretty sure he's not in the best condition to be searching, and also partly because she believes that Natsuno would never be dismissive if he thought Clarke was in any kind of trouble or danger, no matter how inebriated he is.]
[Natsuno closes his eyes. He's not going to fall asleep, mind you, not yet! It just helps him focus on Rita's touch, and also makes the street lights stop spinning.]
That dumb card was wrong, y'know. Your heart's bigger than your mouth. And they forgot your big brain. [...] I said you're the best, right? You are. I'm so glad I met you.
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Hmm...naming a cat's pretty different than naming a blastia...
[She holds out the bacon, considering.]
And I can't give her a name without knowing what suits her yet... [She'll have to think on it while observing the cat.] Anyway, how long have you been out here with her?
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Maybe... 30 minutes? [Who knows.] Clarke and I drank. And she went somewhere. But I don't wanna go to sleep yet.
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[She sends a skeptical look towards Natsuno, but just can't keep herself from looking down at the purring kitty.]
Oh...what a noisy little eater you are, huh?
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I don't think it's a bad idea. She wasn't in the mood to fight someone when she left.
[She probably went to sleep, or cry, or something non-lethal like that.]
Think we should look for her? 'Cause, [He scoots closer to lean his head on Rita's shoulder] it's really nice right now. Last time we were embarrassed, but now we know.
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We know...? Oh- [She turns to Natsuno as he leans against her, a light flush covering her cheeks as she remembers back to his last drunken state. And her own, too.] Yeah, well...we have nothing to be embarrassed about now, alcohol or not!
[And she'll punctuate that with an arm around his shoulders.]
Anyway, I can text Clarke, so...if you want, let's sit tight here.
[Partly because she's pretty sure he's not in the best condition to be searching, and also partly because she believes that Natsuno would never be dismissive if he thought Clarke was in any kind of trouble or danger, no matter how inebriated he is.]
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[Natsuno closes his eyes. He's not going to fall asleep, mind you, not yet! It just helps him focus on Rita's touch, and also makes the street lights stop spinning.]
That dumb card was wrong, y'know. Your heart's bigger than your mouth. And they forgot your big brain. [...] I said you're the best, right? You are. I'm so glad I met you.
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Well...I'm glad I met you, you know. If I'm the best, it's because...you help me be my best.
Because you're also the best, so when we're multiplied, that just makes perfection, right? It's simple math!
[And magic, real, unknowable magic, the kind that comes from the heart. She thinks it's that, too.]